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Chapter 1111 Bruce, if you fall into darkness, call my name.
While Azu and the Dawn Lantern were locked in fierce combat, deep within the Challenger Mountain, at the base of the Laughing Bat.

Victor Stone's body is no longer human.

He was forcibly fixed to some kind of twisted metal altar, his limbs were disassembled, his torso was dissected, and electronic neurons and living biological tissues were intertwined.

Metallic tentacles were fused together with a pungent, scarlet, sticky substance.

The Dark Knights controlled and dismantled Cyborg in order to access the Mother Box, which was closely linked to his consciousness, and to extract the X Element hidden in the multiverse.

Element X is said to have existed at the beginning of creation, a primordial crystallization of divine power that is older and purer than the eighth metal that makes up the universe, and the more mysterious ninth metal.

Element X represents infinite possibilities, the source of pure life force and order, and the ultimate power that the twisted creations of the Dark Multiverse naturally fear yet desperately crave.

At this moment, Cyborg's consciousness was sinking into the boundless nightmare that Barbatos had personally woven for him.

He repeatedly relives the tragedy of the car accident, looking at his father Silas Stone's despairing face.

He witnessed Earth after Earth in countless universes being swallowed by darkness, and superheroes turning into skeletons.

He felt his mechanical parts being corrupted by chaotic code, and turned his weapon on his former comrades.

Endless pain, regret, and helplessness seeped into his soul like poison.

But even in the midst of nightmares, Cyborg still held onto the last shred of clarity.

He knew that even the slightest compromise would cause his mental defenses to completely collapse, plunging him into an abyss of no return.

Just as Cyborg's consciousness was fighting against the darkness.

A voice, piercing through layers of nightmares, as if from a distant galaxy, resounded directly in his consciousness:

“Victor… wake up…”

The mother box called out to him.

“We don’t have time, Viktor.”

The Mother Box's consciousness intertwined with his, "They are peeling away my shell, touching the X element, an imminent crisis that makes it impossible for me to remain silent any longer... You must help me, Victor."

The remaining consciousness of the steel skeleton struggled to respond: "What... should I do?"

"Fusion."

The Mother Box said to him, “Completely release the barriers of your consciousness, become one with me, abandon your old program definitions, and accept this new and higher form of life. Only in this way can we unleash the power to tear apart the dark prison.”

Upon hearing the Mother Box's request for him to merge with it, Cyborg fell silent.

After a long pause, he asked the Mother Box, "What will happen after the fusion?"

The Mother Box replied, "The price is the deletion of the previous program; afterwards, you will no longer have complete control over this body."

After hearing the Mother Box's explanation, Cyborg's mood worsened.

Remove his profile as "Victor Stone" from the program?

This means he will no longer be the half-human, half-machine Steel Skeleton, but will become an unprecedented, unknown existence.

Even more terrifying is that the consciousness of the Mother Box will also become part of this new life.

Who will control this body in the future?

Seemingly sensing his doubts, the Mother Box stopped trying to persuade him and instead poured a massive stream of information into his consciousness.

In an instant, Cyborg's vision was no longer that of a dark cage and a painful nightmare, but rather an infinitely unfolding, breathtakingly magnificent scene.

He saw 52 brilliant multiverses.

These diverse elements, like countless dazzling soap bubbles, float, rise, and fall in the endless primordial darkness.

Every universe contains countless stars, civilizations, and lives, and their joys and sorrows.

Steelbone saw the vibrant Earth and the vast starry sky.

But this magnificent scene was soon engulfed by a surging darkness.

The tentacles of the dark multiverse greedily entangled and devoured those bubbles of light, dragging them into eternal despair and death.

Cyborg saw the shadow of Barbatos, the snarling of the Batman Who Laughs, and countless lives turned to ashes under the iron hooves of the Dark Knights.

"See that, Victor?"

The mother box's voice carried a sense of urgency.

"If we cannot stop them, all of this... all living things will be reduced to ashes in the invasion of darkness."

The Mother Box's words ultimately convinced Cyborg.

Yes, personal doubts, uncertainties about the future, and obsessions with oneself seem so insignificant in the face of the grand question of the survival of the multiverse.

For his father, for his friends, for the countless lives and civilizations that shine throughout the universe, Cyborg knew what choice he had to make.

"I understand."

Cyborg's consciousness responded with unwavering resolve, "Come on, let the fusion begin."

He completely let down his guard and actively embraced the consciousness of the Mother Box.

As the steel skeleton chose to merge with the mother box, an electronic voice rang in his mind.

"Agreement confirmed, consciousness fusion initiates old program architecture, delete... synchronization rate 100%, new life... begin."

As the fusion proceeded, a strong, pure white light suddenly burst forth from Steel Bones' body.

A few minutes later.

On the mountain of the Challengers, where evil energy permeates.

The captured heroes and villains—including Harley Quinn, Killer Croc, Detective Bobo the Ape, Master Darkness, and Loki, who had just been captured after a fierce battle at Lonely Fortress—were all shackled with dark energy and escorted by robots with the "Affair Protocol" along a steep mountain path.

Suddenly!

All the escorting robots froze simultaneously.

The robot's electronic eyes flashed wildly, emitting chaotic noises, and it collapsed to the ground as if its bones had been removed.

The shackles of dark energy on the heroes and villains also instantly dissipated.

"Huh? What's going on? We're free?"

Harley was the first to react and jumped up excitedly.

"What is interfering with these robots?"

Detective Bobo, the gorilla, keenly sensed something was amiss.

Loki narrowed his eyes, sensing the familiar yet unfamiliar energy fluctuations in the air, and shrugged. "Looks like something big has happened."

The Laughing Bat stood high above, watching the chaotic scene below. His smile froze instantly, replaced by an expression of rage.

He roared at the killing machine beside him that was trying to restart the protocol:

"Useless piece of trash, a useless lump of iron. Is this the robot you control? If I had known you were this incompetent, I should have recruited that Batman-Lex Luthor hybrid back then. At least his brain wouldn't have crashed at such a crucial moment."

The Bat of Mad Laughter had barely finished speaking.

"boom!"

A massive, sonic boom suddenly pierced through the churning dark clouds above Challenger Mountain, descending directly upon the numerous superheroes and villains.

The light in the passage slowly faded, and a brand new figure stepped out.

The newcomer was Victor Stone, but his body was no longer covered in cold gray metal, but rather in living armor that looked like liquid white light condensed into solidified form.

The left half of the new Cyborg still retains its intricate mechanical structure, while the right half seems to be composed of pure energy. At the heart, an elemental core that is constantly being created and destroyed is slowly rotating, radiating a warm power.

Super Steel Bone, reborn from the ashes.

"impossible."

The killing machine's scanner gave Cyborg a quick scan of his body, its face filled with disbelief.

"He...he is drawing energy from the entire multiverse through the Mother Box and the X Element it contains!"

Super Cyborg ignored Killer Machine's words, calmly scanning the shocked crowd with his gaze, and said to them, "Gentlemen, the crisis is not over yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the core light in his chest shone brightly, and an invisible connection of consciousness was instantly established.

Like a mental network, he connected the consciousness of everyone present, as well as Diana and others who were fighting against the merciless iron fist at the Rock of Eternity, and Azu who was fighting against the Dawn Lantern in the Dark Cave.
“I have established connections across the entire team.”

Super Cyborg's voice echoed in everyone's minds, "But the power of the Dark Knights is rooted here, we must retreat and regroup."

The Batman Who Laughs looked rather displeased when he saw that Cyborg, whom he had captured, had regained his freedom and seemed even stronger.

"Are you planning to be our enemy, Little Steelbone? Do you know who you're dealing with?"

Super Cyborg wasn't buying it. He stared at him and said, "Of course I know who you are. You are all Batmen, Batmen from every universe. No matter how powerful you are, you are nothing more than the dark reflection of Bruce Wayne. You should know that Batman is not invincible."

"How dare you—!!"

The Batman Who Laughs was thoroughly enraged when he heard Super Cyborg say that he was Bruce's dark reflection.

To deal with the Steelbone before him, he began to summon Barbatos.

"Your Majesty Barbatos, descend and crush these insects!"

Above Challenger Mountain, the darkness seemed to boil with life, and a pair of enormous, malevolent, phantom eyes slowly emerged.

Barbatos's will is being forcibly drawn in.

Super Cyborg, of course, wasn't going to wait for Barbatos there. He immediately unleashed a much larger and more stable sonic boom channel than before.

"Let's go." Then Super Cyborg absorbed everyone into the sonic boom tunnel, and in an instant, white light engulfed everything.

When the Batman Who Laughs summons Barbatos, many of the superheroes and villains on Challenger Mountain have vanished.

"damn it!"

The laughing bat let out an angry roar.

After the sonic boom tunnel took away everyone present, a sonic boom tunnel also appeared in front of Diana, who was fighting against the Iron Fist of the Eternal Rock, and Azu, who was fighting against the Dawn Lantern in the Dark Cave.

Although Azu was confident he could defeat the Dawn Lantern, he knew these Dark Batmen might come to his aid at any time.

He cursed under his breath, then abandoned the fight and immediately entered the passage.

Raven and her companions, trapped in the darkness created by the Dawn Lantern's "lights out program," quickly entered the sonic boom tunnel.

Patrick League, while being saved by Super Cyborg.

Deep within the dark multiverse, in a cage resembling a cosmic graveyard.

Bruce Wayne was now almost unrecognizable as a human.

His body was shriveled as if it had been dried out over centuries, his jagged bones clearly visible beneath his loose skin, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain throughout his body.

Bioenergy has been continuously drained and is already on the verge of depletion.

Bruce's remaining consciousness swayed amidst endless pain and darkness.

Three Nightmare Supermen dragged his almost weightless body along a path leading into deeper darkness, preparing to throw him into a garbage dump.

The Nightmare Puppet Supermen have hollow, dark red lights burning in their eyes.

They are twisted creations nurtured by the power of Barbatos, specifically tasked with dealing with those depleted batteries.

Bruce's consciousness gradually blurred, and fragments of past memories flashed by like a revolving lantern.

Parents, Alfred, Clark, Nightwing.
There was also the Godfather, who provided guidance and strength to him during his most confused moments.

"Is this the end?"

A thought flashed through his almost frozen mind.

"No... never..."

He's not the kind of person who would just sit and wait to die.

Even in the last glimmer of life, one's will will not truly yield.

Just as Nightmare Superman dragged him to the edge of the abyss, preparing to throw him off like trash, Bruce's cloudy eyes suddenly caught a detail.

One of the Nightmare Supermen was wearing a glove that shimmered with an eerie green light.

He was all too familiar with that light.

It's kryptonite!
Almost driven by an indomitable instinct from the depths of his soul, Bruce used the last of his broken body strength to struggle violently.

Bruce's withered right hand suddenly dug towards the kryptonite glove.

"Crack!"

A slight click of a mechanism!

He forcibly removed the kryptonite gloves.

After putting on the gloves, Bruce immediately removed the restrictions, allowing the energy of the kryptonite to shine out.

"Ugh!"

A ghostly green light from kryptonite erupted at close range, and the Nightmare Supermen let out painful, horrified roars.

The superhumans' immense power receded like a tide, their bodies convulsing and stiffening uncontrollably, leaving them unable to move for a moment.

Having broken free of his restraints, Bruce staggered and lunged toward Clark, who was also lying on the ground nearby, barely breathing.

Clark was in no better shape than him at this point; his golden hair had turned dry and white, his skin was dull, and the "S" on his chest had almost lost its luster.

"Clark, are you alright?"

Bruce struggled to lift Clark's upper body and asked.

"It's alright."

Clark managed a weak reply.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his friend could still speak.

But he now knew in his heart that kryptonite could only temporarily weaken these monsters. Once they adapted, he and Clark would still be unable to escape the fate of being thrown into the abyss.

Just as Bruce was pondering what to do, a familiar and warm voice rang out from the deepest recesses of his memory.

"Bruce, remember, if one day, on a dark night, you fall into darkness, do not hesitate to call my name."

Peter's words echoed in his mind.

Bruce didn't fully understand the meaning of that sentence at the time.

Now he suddenly understood something.

Is this place now the "Dark Night"?

Bruce took a deep breath, and with his last bit of strength, he trembled as he reached out his still-movable hand and groped for the bat belt around his waist.

He then pressed a hidden compartment.

"Click."

A tiny grain of sand, seemingly formed from pure starlight, fell into his palm.

These are the Sands of the Sandman that Peter gave him.

Bruce held the grain of sand tightly in his palm; the pure touch seemed to give him his last bit of strength.

He raised his head, looked into the dark abyss that swallowed everything, and whispered Peter's name.

The moment he uttered Peter's name, the grains of sand in Bruce's palm suddenly burst forth with an incredibly soft light.

The light instantly dispelled all the surrounding darkness.

In the light, Bruce felt himself detached from his broken body and the prison of pain, his consciousness drifting back to the distant past...

That was during his teenage years, alone in the rain in the metropolis.

The cold rain soaked his clothes, and loneliness and confusion enveloped him.

He stood next to a public phone booth, with nowhere to go.

Just then, a black umbrella silently opened over his head, blocking the cold rain.

Young Bruce looked up and saw a dark-haired youth standing in front of him with a gentle smile on his face.

The other party was a young godfather.

"Child, are you alright?"

Bruce stared blankly at Peter.

At that moment, he felt as if he had found his only haven in the cold rain.

"godfather……"

In a daze, Bruce murmured.

In that wondrous moment where memory and reality intertwined, under Bruce's incredulous gaze, a figure gradually solidified from illusion.

She still looks the same as I remember her: black hair, a gentle smile, and deep eyes.

Peter seemed to step out of that warm memory, crossing endless time and dimensions, and descending into the deepest, darkest hell.

"Bruce, what's wrong?"

Clark, who was being supported, sensed that Bruce seemed to be acting strangely and weakly opened his eyes.

The moment he saw Peter, an expression of disbelief welled up in his almost lifeless eyes, and tears nearly spilled out.

"The...the Godfather...?!"

Clark thought he was hallucinating, or that he was seeing his most longed-to-see family members before he died.

Peter's gaze first fell on Bruce's battered body, then shifted to the weakened Clark.

He didn't speak, but simply turned his head slightly to look at the Nightmare Supermen who had just recovered from the effects of Kryptonite and were trying to pounce on him.

Peter's face was gloomy, but his eyes emitted a divine energy.

The next moment, the three menacing Nightmare Supermen were struck by energy and let out a short wail.

The three people, whose dark energy instantly dissipated, were blasted away and lay motionless on the ground.

Peter then slowly turned around to face Bruce and Clark, who were utterly shocked.

He stepped forward and extended his hand to the two of them.

"Sorry, Clark, Bruce, I'm late."

With his last ounce of strength, Bruce raised his hand, trembling, and Clark also reached out with difficulty, and the two of them grasped Peter's hand together.

(End of this chapter)